1st day off work in something like 12 days.
spending this cold rainy day in bed marathoning twin peaks and organizing the bedroom.
this sounds like a solid plan to me.
i moved in with the boyfriend. it’s kind of odd, not in a bad way, just in a strange way. i think it’s kind of like, i haven’t lived with anyone in such a long time that i got used to having my own space and now i have shared space, and i have to remember not to get annoyed with stupid things, or do stupid things to annoy him in return. we are getting better at having shared alone time though, and that’s a good thing because i figured that was going to be our biggest hurdle to overcome.
thankfully, i was also able to find a job in valpo, allowing me to FINALLY quit my hated job and not have to commute 2 hrs everyday to and from work. i now work like 5 minuets from the house and i can come home for lunch breaks and everything and it’s pretty lovely. of course i took a bit of a pay cut and am loosing some of my creative options, but i think for a while mindless might be a nice change for me, perhaps help me get my anger under better control with a nice calm relaxed (ie. boring) atmosphere.
also i’m apparently really bad at being an adult, like writing a check, how does that work? and making real food is now a thing? you mean food won’t just appear if i don’t make it now, come on. also i can totally survive on chicken nuggets and grilled cheese sandwiches right?
i’m feeling exceptionally blasé. i think i’m just going to light some candles and listen to some band of horses and try not to think too much.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
i want to draw, but my hand crapped out around 1:30 today after work. to busy being a cake boss to draw. danielle spinozzi problems.